Eternal Drifter

by Stephen Watson



I drift on a sea of surf; But I am no Beach Boy With companions many. I am alone. The ocean swells bathe me In brine, bitter to my taste; But I did not ask for this bath. I am alone and shivering. The curious swordfish stops To stare, and with a flick Of its tail hurries by: On urgent business, I assume. I am alone, again. Seagulls swoop; indifferent To my plaintive cries they peck Absent-mindedly at my Peeling skin, then fly for shore. I am alone, again. Condemned to spend my life At sea; I must follow the map Nature has decreed for me; I am a lonely buoy.

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